Open your lungs, Follow me down.
Chris • 21 • England

"Raise your glass high and share with me in my joys and grievings I toast to the mountains and valleys To the future and the days gone by I invite you in with good humor and levity

All I have is yours and I pray that you drink deeply my cup has been emptied
So I may see what it tastes like to be free
Cause for so long this glass has owned me focused on the chalice rather than what it contained so I gave all of worth to the needy and the rest to the sea then I looked around at all of the beautiful things that I had gained
What can a glass speak of its contents
And can it boast at its filling?"